| Song | Greeting Card Aisle |
| Artist | Sarah Harmer |
| Album | All of Our Names |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harmer | |
| Icy twinkling in the window, | |
| It's a sparkle on the snow, | |
| Hovering to see if I can see you come and go. | |
| I came down the dark road, | |
| Arms under my coat, | |
| And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed. | |
| The car that dropped me off, | |
| Did it turn around, | |
| And watch me walk the long way down | |
| Past the glow of town, | |
| Like a setting sun, | |
| Horizon's alive with electric light | |
| And hum. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| There was something about the handwriting that | |
| Made me keep every scrap, | |
| Something about the way the eyes | |
| Looked away at the last. | |
| I kept something burning on the sill real low, | |
| But now I don't know. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| The wind from the river will swirl like a scream | |
| And wrap itself around you. | |
| There may be a friend somewhere down the road, | |
| But from here you have to walk it out alone. | |
| 'Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line. | |
| And you've got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck. | |
| And this Light of your Life will not shine twice, | |
| This Light has drawn the blind. |
| zuo qu : Harmer | |
| Icy twinkling in the window, | |
| It' s a sparkle on the snow, | |
| Hovering to see if I can see you come and go. | |
| I came down the dark road, | |
| Arms under my coat, | |
| And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed. | |
| The car that dropped me off, | |
| Did it turn around, | |
| And watch me walk the long way down | |
| Past the glow of town, | |
| Like a setting sun, | |
| Horizon' s alive with electric light | |
| And hum. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| There was something about the handwriting that | |
| Made me keep every scrap, | |
| Something about the way the eyes | |
| Looked away at the last. | |
| I kept something burning on the sill real low, | |
| But now I don' t know. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| The wind from the river will swirl like a scream | |
| And wrap itself around you. | |
| There may be a friend somewhere down the road, | |
| But from here you have to walk it out alone. | |
| ' Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line. | |
| And you' ve got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck. | |
| And this Light of your Life will not shine twice, | |
| This Light has drawn the blind. |
| zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
| Icy twinkling in the window, | |
| It' s a sparkle on the snow, | |
| Hovering to see if I can see you come and go. | |
| I came down the dark road, | |
| Arms under my coat, | |
| And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed. | |
| The car that dropped me off, | |
| Did it turn around, | |
| And watch me walk the long way down | |
| Past the glow of town, | |
| Like a setting sun, | |
| Horizon' s alive with electric light | |
| And hum. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| There was something about the handwriting that | |
| Made me keep every scrap, | |
| Something about the way the eyes | |
| Looked away at the last. | |
| I kept something burning on the sill real low, | |
| But now I don' t know. | |
| Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line | |
| Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck | |
| Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
| The wind from the river will swirl like a scream | |
| And wrap itself around you. | |
| There may be a friend somewhere down the road, | |
| But from here you have to walk it out alone. | |
| ' Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle | |
| When you called me up, and | |
| Held me to the end of your long line. | |
| And you' ve got me in your bleeding heart file | |
| Next to Lady Luck. | |
| And this Light of your Life will not shine twice, | |
| This Light has drawn the blind. |